Astute Pursuit Comments

Encaged’ not thoughts as depart walls foreordained, doomed ‘round by fate, wayfaring all over
From off discomforting beds journeys, to reach riches’…in seek dreams off shores…
Wending sphere through sweat give proclaim’d in worn self as hope happiness hung in wealth
Some the bondage, the starve, the still thence of mire, of mud his honed where went day, night pleated schedules
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